The plan was a road trip to Boulder, Colorado next weekend. After the last OU hockey game before the holiday break, we realised that there wasn't another home game until the very end of January. What to do for the next nearly two months? So we decided to drive up to Boulder for the series against CU. Leave Norman Thursday evening, arrive in Boulder Friday, cheer at a hockey game that night, ski Saturday, cheer at the second game Saturday night, drive back to Norman on Sunday. One of the best parts of the plan was that the next day, Monday, is Martin Luther King, Jr. Day. So we'd have a day off to recover.

But now we've chickened out. Cost, time involved, cold, lack of sleep-- too many reasons not to go right now. Maybe in March, if we still really want to go to Colorado. Or we'll find another away series and head out for that. My mother is probably vastly relieved that I won't be going skiing. I said I'd be careful, though.

So now we're thinking maybe a camping trip in the Arbuckles next weekend. A little rock climbing, perhaps. Don't worry, Mom. I'll be careful.

I need goggles. I'm finally beginning to work on the breast stroke (all I've been able to do thus far is kicking and an elementary backstroke), and I'm getting a crick in my neck from trying to keep my eyes out of the water for the whole lap. My goal was to quit procrastinating (the usual goal) and acquire goggles before swimming again this evening. Accordingly, last night I left the warm comfort of my couch and the warmer comfort of a good book to set out on a shopping expedition. And wouldn't you know? Apparently neither Target nor Wal-mart (yes, I even tried a Wal-mart) carry swimming goggles during January. How unreasonable.
I suppose I'll actually have to venture out before 9pm and visit a sporting goods store. Such a cramp in my schedule of evening relaxation. The trials and tribulations we poor convenience-obsessed Americans must sometimes suffer.